"Drink to them again, they were good people."

Player: Overwatch

Character Name: Akadi Brezinski

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Species: Spotted Hyena

Height & Weight: 5'8", 160 lb.

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description:
Spots and splotches of chocolate-black cover the hyena's back, arms, outer thighs, and neck, on a base of dark greyish brown, almost charcoal. His eyes, round amber-orange orbs that reflect light as a deep fiery hue, seem to always bear a look of weary resignation. His body is mostly unblemished by scars or other marks, save for a few nicks on one ear from getting thrashed in bar room brawls.

A simple outfit consisting of rough olive denim cargo pants, a scarlet colored tank top, and sleeveless turtlenecked leather jacket covers the hyena's stocky form, sporting a pair of black leather gaiters for wet weather. Over his "street" gear, Akadi also sports his people's iconic gear, the straight sword sheathed at his hip, his forged at three and a half feet in length from tip to crossbar, and a handle long enough for one pawed use. The other, a long green coat, with red piping around the collar, shoulder boards, and buttons. On his head is usually a simple black headband, or a soot grey pakol that has quite obviously seen better days, accompanied by the tattered blood-red scarf wrapped loosely around his short neck.

Background:
Born before the era of Boreas, and the Ministry's stranglehold on the surviving world, Akadi has see the change in his clan's life pass before his eyes. From the quiet, superstitious solitude in the Sanctuary, to the wild hunts that would tear through the blackness of the Nightlands, to the glum, grey life in the Midcity, watching one's family being taken away for bogus charges. Now forced to live underground because some politician decided that his version of "hope and peace" conflicted with theirs... Still, his clan survives, blending in with the population by suppressing their heritage's practices, and wearing their colors only as a memento of what once was. Many people know such a life, though empathy with others is not exactly the hyena's strong suit. Racism, though, is not high on the list of priorities, despite low overall patience, leading to a 'it's not racism if you dislike everyone' policy when dealing with outsiders to his clan's hyena-exclusive circle, save for a few select allies among others.

The hyena himself dealt poorly with the change into urban life, working first as a factory worker, then a bouncer, a mechanic, even a transporter. Now, jobs come and go quickly, spending half of his time unemployed and searching for a place to put his head down. Toughened by years in the Nightlands, his notorious resilience to the cold is often seen in rolled up sleeves and carefree attitude while biking, his red scarf trailing behind him like a bloody banner as he roars through the ghettos, skyways, and underpasses of the city's streets, even down into the Undercity's towns and settlements.

Personality:
Like any Kossak, Brezinski knew that his heart always lay in his next destination, no matter where that may be. Externally, the hyena shows varying tendencies from bully-like loss of temper, to a sort of apathetic tolerance. Akadi shows positive emotions in odd ways, such as a handshake, hearty pat on the back, or a small toothy grin. Negative emotions are simpler to read, showing in a feral growl, bared teeth, pinned ears, or the sadistic, maniacal laugh his race is known for. Most common, though, is the state of hungover haze accompanied by the surly snarl frozen onto his face.

Taken to drinking his spare credits, bars, clubs, and liquor shops are a frequent stop for the wanderer, often drinking himself into a fitful sleep where ever he sets up shop for the night. Even so, he maintains a divided (if biased) opinion of drink, regretting his addiction to the bottle as much as anything, yet stubbornly unwilling to try and 'fix what isn't broken' in spite of the obvious issues that come with it. Another addiction is the Silverstem menthol 100's that he smokes frequently, leaving a small trail of minty blue smoke wherever he goes.

Though not officially educated, the hyena's technical aptitude is confined to a gut instinct. A certain sound, a particular feeling can suggest a broad field of problems, ones that he has taken time and effort to solve. His knowledge is incomplete, but serves well if cobbling together a working exhaust system, or makeshift weapon, if little else.

Weapons/Equipment:
Custom-built motor bike, with saddlebags, reflective green war paint over a gunmetal grey base paint.

Shashka sword. Kept sharp and polished.

Long coat with ballistic/knife-proof liner. Able to stop most low-power weapons, but nothing beyond a dagger or very small handgun. Also, partially waterproof.

Backpack, filled with most survival needs one requires for the Midcity or Undercity. Food, water, water purity tablets, rope, chem lights, alcohol and cigarettes.